letters to the mad

iv. look for the girl with the broken smile

dear stranger

i wonder now of something

entirely blaming my current troubles on the idealistic idea of soulmates

do you believe?

believe in love written in the stars?

believe that it's only your smile that can mend my broken heart

and that it's only my weight that can keep you from away from the burning sun?

i hope not

i haven't written you in a while and there was an important reason for that

truth is today

i don't think i'll get too far

i hope there isn't only one perfect match

and if tonight when the shadows crawl from beneath your bed

you clentch your heart

and feel your limbs being ripped apart

know that i'm sorry

for not meeting you

for not fighting

for not being a warrior

but honey, i'm not a fighter

i'm a writer

and dear, the pen is mightier than the sword

it knows no limitation

so i know if i don't wake up tomorrow

my words will remain in your heart.

if I however face the world again tomorrow

promise me, you mad artist, that you'll paint me a smile

even if it's crooked